Her condition has become more ingrained. She has been in the buttocks bar ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of game by shackling them to the back of the bum ring. Her ankles are shackled together, in the circumstances, her legs can afford her little balance. She is made into a crunch position and her only mobility is waddling on her bottom. I am delighted that the monitoring system is fully implemented; now I can watch her from anywhere.

This is insufferable! My butt and back are constantly aching. How long have I been like this? I fear if I try to recline I will fall over and not rich enough to sit up once again. I have shown no complaint or resistance to his machinations — I dare not. I think this strategy is working as he has not threatened me. He lavishly enjoys the perversity of this bondage and the way he manipulates me. It dominates my mind. I am utterly dependent on him. My isolation has turned my mind to only him — I look forward to his return, though this thought is abhorrent!

I am famished and thirsty — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to subscribe some purpose to this madness I suspect he wishes to control me in a more sophisticated manner; something beyond make, coercion and sex. He obviously is maniacal and highly organized in in the methods he employs to terrorize me. This infernal bar he has locked on my head goes to the back of my tongue and has begun to rust from my saliva. The taste of iron is the only thing that wets my palate. The drooling is everlasting — I am so thirsty that I tip my head back and try to swallow it.

This discharge is not the worst though. Desperate to relieve myself I wiggled over to the iron grill he has tied me to and expelled a shit through the grate. I piss on the floor boards. Though it is a torturous effort I discovered that I can roll onto my back and then my side. This has to be positioned carefully for I can then use my tongue to lick up the piss.